March 4, 2026
I have been writing my dreams down for the past 13 years and counting. Nearly 10,000 typed pages. My dreams are prophetic. They come true. My closest people have always known…because some have been about them. My dream archive is becoming my next book. You're reading from it first.
January 2, 2026 (As recorded in my dream journal by myself and for myself, even when it seems like I am speaking to someone else. Shared here exactly as originally written…punctuation, grammar, and all. The only additions are occasional line breaks, which I added sparingly for readability.)
Latest dream. This felt different than a story or a message. It felt like movement and it was something happening. Some of it is foggy as well almost like the story or nuances or scenes themselves weren’t important. I have never felt a male energy like this in my dream. It was not the essence of my TF or anything I know him to feel like it any other man who appears as him as a proxy or otherwise or anyone else I know. In fact I do not know his face. I’ve never seen it before. He was not recognizable meaning in the dream and in real life I have never seen him before until he appeared in the dream. He came to get me. I guess to court me. And he had a whole plan. All I remember was that he was taking me away somewhere and it seemed to be at least a day like an overnight trip or weekend stay. It felt like we were going to a hotel like maybe a staycation date night or something. Meaning I didn’t feel like we were getting on a plane because I did not have to pack a suitcase or anything like that it seemed I just needed an outfit for our date. For our time. But in addition to that or rather as this all started he had people come to me. Tend to me. I want to say there was a woman and a man but it was the man I remember the most. And he was fitting me. Or making sure a dress fit on me. It was white and it was long and it was tight and completely form fitting but at the same time I could move in it. I want to say it was like mesh but there is another material that moves like this where it is soft and almost cottony looking but classy and nice. It was thin and nice and completely moveable and breathable and this man was checking the back making sure it fits and at the same time clasping his hands or hands over his mouth because of how stunning it looked on me and how stunning I looked. His look was the look of like he is going to die when he sees you. Not die for real but like when the man who came to get me or I was there because of saw me he was going to fall out because I looked beautiful. And this part was interesting because this all seemed to happen in not a room but in like an encased area that was square with black around it and it felt like standing on the inside of a bar. Not a bar as a venue but how in a venue where there is a bar where people are standing behind there to serve you drinks or food or whatever. This area felt like we were on the other side of that like where the servers would be and there was solid wood going around us in a square that was the height of a bar counter area if that makes sense. So if it had been a bar people could walk right up to where we were and order drinks over the counter. It wasn’t a bar but that’s how the area we were standing in felt. Like I was standing in the middle of that bar area that was square-rectangle in feeling and it was black wood or wood painted black. It didn’t have a door, it didn’t have walls. There was ceiling above because we were inside of someplace but the place within that where we stood seemed like it was containing us in some way. Although right behind us where this man fitted me we could walk out like a horse shoe opens except not that shape and not that big an entryway. And so my guy or the guy who was there for me romantically was also in this square area. So it was me, the two people he had tending to me the man fitting me or making sure I was dressed in this white dress and a woman I saw or sensed off to the side right next to me. So they brought me in this square space to do this and when they did now I was facing the back wall (had there been a wall). I was facing one way. And the guy who came for me was facing the other way almost like he turned around to tend to people or things (like a literal bar except I don’t know what he was doing with them) or washing or drying dishes and things while I now was being fitted or put in this dress. Like he just turned around to pass the time or until I was ready. Like waiting. So strange. This dream was strange because it felt like it happened in snap shots of scenes. Or vignettes. But all connected. Not different stories all the same story but not scenes meaning where I could see myself walk here or there we were just in the scene. So hard to explain.
So now there is another scene or moment where me and him - I have no idea what happened because I can’t see a story clearly but I can remember and feel the tone - whatever was happening it was hot and heavy. Crazy chemistry. Crazy attraction, crazy this feels right and we are about to go to the next level in intimacy and togetherness where we or I or we felt it clearly like okay it’s right here right there at the threshold and we stopped it or rather we knew like yeah, this will continue at the hotel. Like let’s wait until then. Or like - idk it wasn’t a feeling of stopping because it wasn’t right it was a feeling of I can’t wait to get to the hotel or rather we already know what’s going to happen once we get there after we get ready and go. That scene is hard to describe it was so intense and so much attraction and rightness and I knew in my stomach that’s my guy that yeah we’re going to cross that line there was no doubt where this was going and in that strangely I felt no rush. I didn’t slow myself down and I didn’t brace myself but it was an inevitable pacing that whatever we were doing now felt natural anyway because we’re not in a place or position to act on what we felt in that moment. I mean I guess we could have started kissing and tearing each other’s clothes off right there but we already knew we had the hotel and the weekend or day or whatever or wherever this was heading. It felt like he was taking me on a weekend trip.
And then now another scene and again we were in that bar looking area or next to it. This time it seemed I had on another outfit and again someone was with me. This time though I was on the other side of the bar or counter area and it seemed I now had gotten ready and had approached the bar from the outside of the square to now meet my man. This time it now seemed like I had on another outfit or a second outfit. This time he was still in the inside of this area like before but he seems unaware that I was ready or now approaching. And I remember a man a friend of his seeing me first and again like the other one earlier using his hands to cover his mouth in how I look and like he is going to die when he sees you. And this man friend of his was playful like he was forcing himself to keep his own mouth shut and he made a gesture of hush 🤫 playfully like okay let me keep quiet because he knows my guy was going to be surprised when he turned around and saw me. Like his friend knew and wanted him to be surprised when he turned and saw me and not give it away by telling him I was there or had approached or anything like it was meant for him to turn around and see me and register the surprise naturally. Like I’d snuck up on him or something. Clearly none of this was a secret but maybe he didn’t realize the exact moment I’d arrive or be ready and now I came up to the counter and stood there so he could turn around and see me. I knew he would be stunned by how I looked as well because whatever I was wearing and how I looked was beautiful.
And then another scene I don’t know what happened. It seemed one part of the event or where whatever we were doing happened he had taken me to breakfast and we were both full and satisfied in a good way so I guess we now had already spent the morning in the hotel or wherever we were. Because I also remember that now my makeup and my glam was already on my face like something had already taken place and now it was up to me and us if we want to change clothes again for the evening. This man I was with was very very attractive in a way I can’t put my figure on because I can’t see the details of him but at the same time was obviously attractive. Meaning he clearly had a very good body. Muscles like he worked out. He was a good height for me and in general but I don’t remember him being super tall. Like I don’t know if he was 6 feet or above. So maybe he was like 5’9 or 5’10 or so. Or 5’11. And he was clearly attractive. He also felt super capable and in control and leading. Like I don’t know what this energy was because I did not have to lift a finger. Even these people he had tending to me and workers or whoever they were he clearly gave them instructions and managed the details. He’d planned this whole thing or managed and hired the people who did. Nothing was required of me. But mostly what I felt was his patience. He had an energy I never felt before. It was commanding in that he clearly arranged and led all of this. But it didn’t feel like he was controlling anyone. Like he didn’t have to micro manage or run around and act all crazy busy or anything like that. Whatever was happening had a rhythm and seamlessness I cannot describe and while he was clearly commanding it all and had made it happen I didn’t see him have to command anyone or order them or say anything. They just all seemed to be working on his behalf in a way that it was clear they must respect him or what was happening and just know what to do. He was clearly in charge without ever saying or doing anything for me to know this. They were there for and because of him but they were also there for me because of it. But mostly it was his patience. He had arranged everything but seemed to let me take my time. I can’t even remember if words were spoken between us and if they were what we said. But at the same time something was said because this man he made his intentions and his desires clear. I do remember him talking to the workers or people who worked with him or for him at a time or two but I don’t know what was said. Or maybe they just updated and told him stuff like the status or eta of me. Idk. But now at this point it felt we’d now had at least a breakfast together. I looked made up like how you go to an event and had clothes on and now you have the option to do part two which would require an outfit change for say the evening. Like one was morning or day and one was evening. But I had make up on and looked so comfortable and relaxed and also like when you’re so satisfied after a meal and relaxed your eyes are a little watery like you yawned from the comfort and a tear came down from the comfort and relaxation. Like a good stretch. I’m laughing as I type this as I have no idea how I can express so much detail from what I see in my dreams but that’s how I looked and felt because also it felt like I don’t know if my mascara ran or if it could but it was the feeling of if I did now change for the next thing or evening I would have to touch up my make up. This is how I knew I had make up on. Like when you take a nap between events except I don’t remember us napping. But it did feel like now we must have been in the hotel or resort or wherever we were. And he was patient with me just looking no rushing like whatever you want to do. I think this is when I said and realized I didn’t know if we were staying for just one day or two. And so I told him I’d brought two outfits. And I think he asked or I just showed him which ones. And I said I had this in mind for the daytime and I showed him some cute black short cut off jean shorts that I have in real life and he looked at what I showed him, and I added because it’s hot out during the day. And because I was also aware that I guess it was windy (which it is irl right now) technically, but I guess where we were in the dream for this trip was warm. Hot during the day. And then I told him this is what I brought for later or the second outfit I guess dinner. And I showed him I think a yellow tight dress that I recently wore irl as a shirt with jeans and heels and I was showing him something similar I could wear or brought to wear for later and dinner and the evening and I said I didn’t know if we were coming for just one night or what so I didn’t know what to bring. He looked and listened. I think he liked what I brought for the evening to wear no matter what we did but he was patient and calm and just looked at me like whatever you want. And then now I guess I got a second wind or excited about going out and changing and so I got up to get ready knowing I’d have to do my make up over or touch it up. And I got in the shower. And he then was with a man who I don’t know if this was a friend or a hotel escort or concierge or what but he now was walking out of the hotel room or wherever we were and that man was leading him like he was taking him somewhere. My guy had a durag on his hair like black men do when they just get their hair cut to lay it down or get a little wave in their hair and like they do when they too are about to get ready. He seemed to have on a warm up suit like he too was in between changing outfits and like he was going to go some place or maybe walk around the hotel or resort or something like property with this man he was with and so they walked out the door together. I saw the light in the hallway as the man with him opened the door to the hotel or suite or wherever we were to go out. And my guy looked at me because I was now in the bathtub as I sit down in the tub to take a shower on the tub floor like I do in real life and smiled at him from this position with the shower running. It had a clear shower curtain like I have in real life and so he could see my body or the outline of it through it as he looked at me on his way out. He looked so calm and sweet and cute and confident and sure and patient. And I pulled the curtain back a little in a flirty way and smiled at him as I said something and I made a little sexy motion with my body like a little tease behind the curtain and we both smiled. And then he went out the door.
Man this dream felt real. Like a real event and situation and a real man who came for me and a real whole thing. It was so calm the feeling. And felt so close like right under the surface. I can’t explain this. I was not shocked to open my eyes to be here it wasn’t a jolt it felt very natural but also like that too is real. And not like two separate realities or realness. I can’t explain this. It didn’t feel like a proximity dream where I can feel something approaching and pending as inevitable from dream state to real life and material. This felt very very different. And not in a wow way. I can’t explain it. It felt so natural and so idk. This man. Wow. Who is he I wonder? This is a real man. This was not a proxy for anyone.
My commentary for myself the same day after I typed this dream. (TF = Twin Flame.)
It literally made me forget about the idea of my TF or that energy. Like there is just no way. Like who is this man and energy. My whole being and energy seemed to sit and now be oriented towards it now that I’m awake. My only question was not…
To be continued…
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